The Cafe Review

by Vanessa Vie Song of the Firebird to M.H. I fell in Love with a bird I am in Love with a Firebird “Put your colours against the sky

by Anselm Berrigan I’ve an invigorated withdrawal In nurture posing as signatory To certain accounts — can they And do they. Canned they &

by Anselm Berrigan I no longer wish To contribute to The communal anxiety The practitioners of no Two-something and six Let me see your scrapes

by Anselm Berrigan How are we doing notationally speaking? We are feeling conspicuous No amount of crypto-hasho forear / blackbear fiddling will

by Grace Andreacchi Alia, the Beautiful a poem in three parts 1. Torn Apart the sky is torn apart the stars lie scattered upon the dead

by Adrian C. Louis Moth-shaped leaves bang again & again against the basement window. Snow-filled winds curse against my rented house at

by Adrian C. Louis I flapped my wings, hoping to rise & not take a nosedive. I was old & grieving but still driven by the need for nooky.

by Adrian C. Louis I did not need the cooter of Eve. I only wanted His magical love & His dribbling, dark gifts. Oh my God, were you not the

by Stephen Ellis Spontaneous beauty like ancient folk songs drift down from the far north, like the light rain that cools the genius living in

by Stephen Ellis There’s a red glow, moving west from China, and now the last moments at the luminous horizon, as dusk settles in, with its gold

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